Friday, February 20, 2009

I got a call on Tuesday about my scan results and....drum roll please...it came out clean!! No cancer tumors, no funny tissues, nothing around my liver, nothing in my uterus. It's about damn time! This was my first clean scan since my surgery two years ago and I can't even express how happy I am not to have to do radiation again. Last year was the sickest I had ever been and I didn't want to do it again. So for this year at least, I can consider myself cancer-free. So you know what that means peeps.....if next year's scan is clean(and statistically, I have every reason to believe that it will be), I can have a baby. A fat bellied, bald headed, chubby cheeks baby. Ok but I'm not going to get all excited just yet. I'm just celebrating my very first clean cancer free scan and the fact that I don't have to have to take the scary radiation pill. I love good news. HAHA!

Anyway, moving on, the stress of it all has really sucked out all my creative energy as I'm sure ya'll understand. But Spring, merciful and beautiful Spring is knocking on my door. Actually it's not, really, but I'm so over Winter and so happy it's almost over, I'm already in a Spring/Summer state of mind. I would have bitched and complained last year but this year just feels different. The fact that it's almost over and I can smell it in the air and the birds are singing a little louder gives me an excuse to just pretend that the lingering cold is merely a fluke in my perpetual Summer. And although I can honestly say this was one of the coldest winters I ever spent in my part of Florida, strangely I can also say it was the easiest. Because in between the below freezing at night/scarves and gloves during the day days, there were a few 70-75 degree days that I was able to go look for shark teeth. And you guys already know that is my raison d'etre. Sort of. Winter did not yield me much in the way of teeth to be honest but that's ok. Who gets to do that in December and January? Me, so ya think I'm going to complain? No thanks.

We have renewed our efforts to find a new place. I'm already having nightmares about it because I hate moving. Last night I dreamt that our new place was actually the lair of a serial killing dentist. I won't go into details lest ya'll begin to wonder things about me but just remember this and you'll understand my anxiety: My 12th anniversary is in a couple weeks. And in these 12 years we have moved...pausing to count on fingers.....ok I stopped counting at 14 times. Um, yeah. But I can't take going up and down three flights of stairs all day anymore. I'm sure when this move happens the posts here will get rather interesting.

Thanks Patti! There's some banana trees behind my building that our groundskeeper didn't cut down "in case they grow back". Nope, they're dead. One night of freeze they proabay could have survived but not a whole week. Oh well, no fresh bananas for us this year.

Little Pea

Who the hell do I think I am

I sing in the shower. I don't participate in popularity contests. I have a freakish ability to remember mundane factoids. I can pick up and carry my 6'2" husband on my back. That's all I can think of to share for now.
Ok OK I know in this picture those sunglasses make me look like a bug. They're not that big, I swear.